Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Recovering

I was out of town. I'm still recovering. From what you ask? Well, from an evening flight that got delayed 2 1/2 hours, while trying to keep an over tired infant from completely falling apart on said flight. (This extravaganza 'o fun also included the baby's biggest blow out to date, yours truly breaking down in tears at the Delta counter and breaking the strap on my favorite shoes.) The fun doesn't stop there. The very next day (yesterday) I got to spend 7 1/2 hours in the *ER. Yes I'm fine as it turns out, but still 7 hours to hear "You're OK. Just take some Motrin and it should go away on it's own." I'm glad it wasn't something serious, but 7 hours? SEVEN AND ONE HALF HOURS? I'm going to go lay down now.



*This wasn't the "I'm bleeding out my eyes and need to get to the ER quick" type of trip. It was just something I needed to have checked out right away but didn't know what kind of doctor to see. So no need to fret. I'm fine.

2 comments:

  1. holy cow! i'm glad you're home safe

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  2. I wish I could give you a hug and buy you an ice cream cone.

    I am glad you are okay. Plane trips with little ones are frustrating to say the LEAST. Going anywhere in public with little ones is frustrating to say the least. I have cried a number of times as well.

    Keep your chin up mama.

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